Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 53 - 51: I Can’t Help It, I’m Just That Powerful
Twenty billion Spirit Stones.
After deducting two hundred million for various expenses and three hundred million for the raw materials to produce the phones, the net profit was 19.5 billion.
In the hundreds of years of the Bloodfiend Den’s history, he had never seen anyone earn in one go what would normally take over a century to accumulate.
This time, it had truly been an eye-opener for him.
He lifted his head slightly to look at Celeste Grant, who was sitting to one side.
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"See, The Exalted One? I didn’t lie to you, did I? I told you that developing these phones would be a huge moneymaker. We’ve made a killing this time! The Spirit Stones just kept pouring in, sack after sack. It’s a good thing we at the Bloodfiend Den don’t lack Storage Rings or storage bags, or else the treasury we use for Spirit Stones wouldn’t have been nearly big enough."
In her previous world, she had been a wealthy landlord who never worried about money. Now that she was in a new world, she couldn’t stand being poor either.
With money in her pocket, she felt like she could finally stand a little straighter.
When she first joined the Demonic Sects, she was basically living under someone else’s roof.
But now she could support herself and her son. She could even support the child’s own father if she had to.
The truth was, Celeste Grant was a stubborn person. Even if Javier Sinclair was willing to support her and their son indefinitely, she still preferred to stand on her own two feet, to walk out into the world and not have to live by anyone else’s whims. Rely on a mountain and it might collapse, but you can always rely on yourself.
One must always leave a way out for oneself.
It was just like before, when she was bullied by Jocelyn Grant simply because she had no Cultivation. It forced her, heavily pregnant, to go find her child’s father.
If she’d had any other choice back then, she wouldn’t have endured the shame of showing up at Javier Sinclair’s doorstep with a swollen belly.
At that moment, the elders sitting on the other side nodded repeatedly.
"In just two months, Madam has led us to earn an amount of Spirit Stones that would normally take over a century to accumulate. It’s truly incredible."
"After the mad rush of these past two months, phone sales might slow down, but the demand will still be there. The most important thing isn’t the phones themselves, but the continuous stream of call-time fees. We did a rough calculation. Even if business is just average, we can expect an annual income of at least one billion Spirit Stones."
Javier Sinclair fell silent.
’So, this woman doesn’t just have a chest... she has a brain, too. Is the God of Wealth her relative? To be this good at making money, it feels like these Spirit Stones were just swept in by a strong wind.’
Javier Sinclair closed the ledger and handed it to an elder. His gaze then shifted to Celeste Grant.
He remembered when she had appeared before him, eight months pregnant. Back then, Javier Sinclair had truly thought she might not survive childbirth. Her body was so weak she could barely stand.
’Compared to back then, she’s much easier on the eyes now.’
Sensing his gaze, Celeste Grant thought she had something on her face and reached up to touch it. Then, with a questioning look, she asked, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
’Why is this man staring at me?’
’It can’t be that he’s taken a liking to me. This Archfiend’s heart is completely pure when it comes to me.’
At her words, Javier Sinclair snapped back to his senses.
’Strange.’
’Why was I thinking about such things?’
’But there’s no denying it, Celeste Grant really is quite capable.’
Thinking this, he coolly averted his gaze and said, "You’re more impressive than I thought. I underestimated you."
Celeste Grant glanced at him, inwardly delighted. She loved hearing such blunt truths.
Thinking this, she smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, well, I guess I’m alright. But if you’re going to praise me, The Exalted One, I’ll gladly accept it. What can I say? I’m just that amazing, hahaha!"
Javier Sinclair: "That’s enough out of you. You’re getting too full of yourself."
Celeste Grant reached out and patted her son’s head.
"I told you I could make us rich, didn’t I? How does it feel? Pretty great, huh? Because I’m feeling great."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
"It’s alright."
In truth, he felt pretty great too.
Just the thought of all those people from the Immortal Sect, skulking around and secretly buying things produced by the Demonic Sects, put him in a fantastic mood.
’Look how the tables have turned.’
Javier Sinclair said, "You did a good job this time."
Having been affirmed by the big boss, Celeste Grant smiled.
"It’s my duty to work for The Exalted One."
"And this was a group effort. My success today is all thanks to the strong support of The Exalted One and all the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den. Without your support, I could have all the ideas in the world, but I wouldn’t be able to realize any of them." As she spoke, she looked at the crowd. "Let’s all continue to work hard. Our slogan is: get bigger and stronger!"
Everyone immediately raised their hands.
"Expand the Demonic Sects, get bigger and stronger, and create a new era of glory!"
’This is utterly ridiculous!’
Javier Sinclair: "..."
’In the year or so he’d been in seclusion, this woman had led all of his subordinates astray.’
’Was this still his Bloodfiend Den? Had he walked into the wrong place?’
They had made money, so now it was time to divide the profits.
"The Exalted One, with this much money, I plan to take out a portion to distribute to all the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den. They’ve worked hard during this time and deserve a share. As for the rest of the Spirit Stones, we’ll stick to our agreement: a seventy-thirty split. I’ll take thirty percent and give the rest to you. You don’t have any objections, do you?"
Javier Sinclair said coolly, "No need. You can take it all." When she was drunk, this woman had been so worried about holding onto his share for him, but now she didn’t seem to want it.
Hearing this, Celeste Grant froze for a moment.
Then she quickly waved her hands in refusal.
"That won’t do."
"We agreed I would take thirty percent, and that’s enough. That will be my personal funds. As a mother, I can’t have no money to my name. It’s only reasonable that the rest goes to you."
A noble person loves wealth, but acquires it through righteous means. Without Javier Sinclair’s financial and manpower support, she never could have earned this money.
"Besides, I’m a member of the Demonic Sects now. It’s my duty to make money for the Bloodfiend Den. I’ll just take a portion of these Spirit Stones. You can decide what to do with the rest."
The nearby elders and Hall Masters scratched their heads. ’The Exalted One and Madam are a married couple,’ they thought. ’They even have a son now, so why are they still dividing things into ’yours’ and ’mine’? It should all belong to Madam, of course.’
’Isn’t a man’s money supposed to be handed over to his wife to manage?’
"Madam, you should just take it all. You are The Exalted One’s wife. From now on, you should be in charge of the Bloodfiend Den’s finances."
"Exactly!"
"We’re all counting on following you to a life of luxury, Madam!"
’This...’
’But I’m only his wife in name!’
Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair.
"The Exalted One, what do you think?"
Javier Sinclair said coolly, "Let’s leave it at that. From now on, the ledgers here are your responsibility. You can handle minor matters like this yourself in the future. And you don’t need to be in such a hurry to draw a line between us. It’s not for you, anyway. Just consider my share a gift for our son."
’Is this the power of a biological father?’
Celeste Grant instantly perked up.
"In that case, I’ll temporarily take charge of the Bloodfiend Den’s finances. I’ll take a portion for my own use, distribute a portion to the disciples, and the rest will belong to the Bloodfiend Den’s treasury. That’s the plan."
She then leaned in close to him and whispered, "I know this is all for the child. Don’t worry, I’m just your wife in name for now. If you find a Taoist Companion in the future..."
Before she could finish, Javier Sinclair reached out and stuffed an egg into her mouth.
A hard-boiled and peeled one, at that.
’That was one of the eggs she had boiled for her son earlier. No, wait—where did Javier Sinclair get an egg?’
The elders standing nearby felt like they had just been force-fed a mouthful of dog food.
’Madam and The Exalted One really are so lovey-dovey.’
